It was too late, Henry supposed..with Josie.
He didn't know how to start. He made a little wave to get her attention, but then went back to his work space as if he better do some work. Perhaps, he just couldn't find the words to say.
What was he suppose to say? He didn't want to talk about the overdose. And he knew that was what she'd ask.
He got busy with the book covering as if there was a lot to do. Even softcovers which he used to perfect, now he didn't feel that confident with the plastic.
"So are you working here now?" He heard Josie ask as she peeked around the bookcase where the Christmas books were stored.
Henry shook his head, no.
"Just volunteering." He could barely get the words out. It was awful trying to make himself talk to her. He wanted too, but it just felt so sad to do. She probably wanted to see more progress. It was like seeing an old teacher who thought you'd really make something of yourself, but you didn't.
"That's good." She told him she was working on the play production.
"So..so how's it going, with..with Leo?" She asked.
"Good." Henry couldn't help but smile. It was a relief that she hadn't asked about his whole ordeal. "He's a nice guy. And, you know, we're friends. Just friends."
"I think that's important." She smiled.
"Still at the coffee shop? At the University?" Henry looked at her.
"Yeah, sort of, just not too many hours lately." She shrugged.
"Maybe..maybe we can get together, some time. You, and Dean. Leo and me." Henry offered.
"Yeah, maybe after the play. You and Leo will come and see it, won't you?" Josie asked.
"Of course, wouldn't miss it." Henry smiled. He was glad they'd talked. It was a start, but he wasn't sure they'd ever be the best of friends, again.